Chapter 20 #2
“Wanted me?” I parrot. It seems like all my intelligence checked out the moment Justin began spurting nonsense, and that was the only thing I caught out of all the ugly words.
He brings his index finger under my chin and gently tilts my head up.
“Yeah. Wanted to fuck you till you can’t walk anymore.
To rip those fucking leather pants you like so much off your little round ass to see how wet you can get from just my touch.
I bet you get really wet, right? You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you? ”
My blood most definitely left my brain because I’m lightheaded and can barely think.
The only thing I can do is imagine where he would touch me and where I want him to touch.
Justin has very big and very capable hands.
I bet his touch would feel so good . I squeeze my thighs together in an attempt to ease the heat between them; otherwise, I’ll be begging for his help. And I won’t.
“Are you wet now, Kayla?” He says my name on an exhale, and I get tingles from the tone he’s using; he’s switching from friendly to commanding, and I don’t know why I like it so much, but I do.
My breathing speeds up, and I arch my back just a little, just so my boobs can graze his chest and scratch the itch.
“Oh, I bet you are. Shall we find out? ”
His right hand comes behind my neck, gently massaging my sore muscles.
He keeps his face a few inches away from mine, watching my face relax as his capable fingers do their magic.
Once my shoulders drop, he moves his hand to my front.
He follows one side of my collarbone with his index finger before turning his attention to the other.
He’s a large man everywhere. His palm is enormous too.
It’s splayed over the top of my chest, and while tracing my collarbone with his index finger, he’s grazing his pinky over the top of my breast, spreading his palm wider and wider, his fingers moving lower and lower.
With a quick swipe, he grazes my nipple.
They’re so hard they could cut glass, I swear.
And then he grazes it again. All while watching my face.
My eyes are trained on his, but they’re half-closed.
I can barely keep them open. I’m not used to such intimacy, and every deliberate touch sends my body into overstimulated shock.
His hand comes higher, enveloping the base of my throat in his grip. He doesn’t squeeze, but firmly keeps it there. His hand on my throat is enough to keep me under his total control. I never knew I liked to be dominated, but it turns out I do.
“How wet are you now, Kayla?” he asks hoarsely.
“I’m not,” I croak.
“Liar.” He chuckles and brings his lips closer to mine. So close, but not touching. Just hovering above. Just a hair out of reach.
He moves his hands between my breasts and trails them down to my belly, where he rests. “What will I find if I keep looking further?”
“Nothing.” I’m totally lying.
He smiles wide, moving his hands lower and lifting the hem of my skirt up.
His fingers hover just above the waistline of my panties.
I mentally curse myself for wearing my very unsexy black boy shorts.
They’re my safe pick I wear in case the wind decides to blow up my ass so I don’t flash my bare butt cheeks to the entire town.
His middle finger pulls on the waistband, sneaking inside, and I inhale quickly. Despite regretting my choice of underwear, I’m so happy that I randomly decided to shave this morning.
“Bare? All the way?” he asks into my lips, but again, without touching them.
I don’t think he needs my answer because it’s clearly a one-actor show. I let myself enjoy it and see where it goes.
His finger dips even lower, very close to its target— my target —but still out of reach. So close. Just move a little lower. Please.
And he finally does. His middle finger lands on my clit, and I shudder from the feeling of somebody else touching it besides me.
His finger feels different from mine, larger and rougher, and I like it.
I let out a fast exhale, and he catches the air with his lips.
How do I know? His lips land on mine with a loud growl.
His other hand comes behind my lower back and pulls me into him while his middle finger presses harder and then lets go.
Harder… and lets go. It’s pure torture, and I whimper.
He takes it as an invitation and nudges my lips with his tongue, and I don’t fight him on it.
The second the tip of his tongue gently touches mine, tasting and probing, the wetness pools between my legs, and I buck into his hand. Justin growls louder and moves his finger further. He bites my lip over my ring and pulls on it. “Bad, bad girl,” he says, stopping the kiss for a moment.
He rests his forehead against mine, his finger dipping in and out. Hearing my soft moans, he adds his thumb on my clit, and I begin panting. He catches every single one of my exhales with fast kisses on my lips.
He speeds up the tempo, and I open my mouth to try to catch his lips, needing something—what he’s giving isn’t enough anymore.
I grab his shoulders and pull him closer.
His hard muscles under my grip are not enough.
His enormous fingers on me are not enough.
Maybe it’s because he’s not going deep, just here, just close to the surface, teasing. Playing. Driving me absolutely insane.
“Justin,” I whimper.
“Yes, baby. What do you want?”
“Justin!” I beg.
“Yes, baby, I’ll give it to you once you tell me what you want. What do you want?” His voice is collected. Too collected for such a sensual situation.
“I want to—” I’m panting.
He slows down and smiles into my lips. “Yeah? What is it, baby? What do you want?” His voice turns raspy.
“I want—” It’s hard to say it out loud. I’ve never said it before.
“Yes?” He nudges me, nipping on my lower lip. “Tell me.”
I rake my hand into his hair and pull him even closer, if that’s possible, biting his lips harder than he did mine. “I want to come. I want to come, Justin.” Then I lower myself to begging. “Please.”
He smiles and kisses me. Slowly. Too slowly. Then, he grabs me by my waist and pulls me up on the table. My ass touches the cold metal surface and cools down my overheated flesh.
He kisses me again, deep, devouring my mouth with his, interweaving his tongue with mine.
I wrap my legs around his waist. The contrast of my heated skin against the rough material of his jeans highlights every feeling I feel.
I shamelessly squeeze my thighs and pull him into me with all my might, ready to hump his legs if need be—I’m close, and I’m in need; I don’t care if I act like a hussy, proving the town right.
I’ll agree to anything as long as I can reach my high.
He must agree with me because he pushes his pelvis into mine, while at the same time pulling me into him, squeezing my ass hard.
But then he suddenly pulls his warmth away, unwrapping my legs from his back.
I feel like I’ve just been thrown under a cold shower.
He notices my distress because he gives me his signature lopsided grin before he drops to his knees in front of me.
“What—”
His smile grows wider as he hooks his finger under my panties and pulls them off.
“I like that your underwear makes my imagination work,” he tells me.
My naked pussy touches the metal surface, and I gasp at the contact.
Marina is going to kill me if she ever finds out that I wiped this table with my genitalia…
Even though we don’t put food here, and even though it’s always been a part of my fantasy, I wouldn’t want Marina to do the same, because ew.
And that’s the last coherent thought I have before he grabs me under my thighs and pulls me toward him.
My ass is half-hanging from the table while he firmly holds me.
Before I know it, his mouth is on my hot, swollen flesh, and my head rolls backward.
He licks my lips down there—up and down, up and down, before he moves his mouth to my clit.
It’s engorged and angry. Demanding attention. The center of my ache.
His finger dips inside me and hooks to reach some magical spot I never dared to touch myself. His thrusts are shallow, but it’s enough to send me into overdrive.
His tongue circles my clit and then sucks on it. Hard .
“Oh fuck,” I curse loudly.
“And she speaks.” I can hear the smile in his voice as he interrupts his assault for a second. I grab him by his hair and pull his head back into me.
“Shut up.” It’s my turn to growl.
His laughter is muted by me pressing his face into my core. He understands the assignment and goes to work, licking, sucking, and even nibbling.
“Oh fuck, Justin.” My eyes roll back as the first wave of orgasm hits me.
My ass rears back, and his grip on my quivering thighs becomes stronger as he pulls me back onto his mouth.
My hands roam around the table, trying to find the edge so I can hold on to something while Justin’s mouth assaults my pussy.
The second wave hits even harder, and I whimper. Loudly and shamelessly. Something I thought I wouldn’t be able to do, but in this moment, when his mouth is doing such wonderful things to my bundle of nerves, I don’t care. I don’t care how I look or how I sound. Now, in this moment, I am free.
When the wave passes and I slowly descend from the high, I dare to look at Justin.
His intense eyes are trained on my face as he keeps sucking, holding me in his firm grip.
Once I’ve fully come down, I pull away. My oversensitive flesh can’t take anymore.
The lower part of his face is wet, his cheeks are red, and his lips are swollen.